For He's A Jolly Good Fellow

Bay is moving to New Zealand on Thursday. He is going to bible school and will be there for two years. I'm very excited for him! I think his faith in God is incredibly strong and I am so proud of him for following God's call in his life. However, I am going to miss him. A lot.

Goodbye my friend, I will miss you and pray for you daily.

The Day My Pastor Punched Me

My roommate tells me that I should write a book. Apparently I have led a pretty interesting and often funny life and she loves to sit and listen to my stories. Since I am definitely not going to write a book, sharing them on my blog seems like the next best thing.

Thought I'd start with a short story that just happened this past Sunday at church...

I run the sound system at church and I love it but occasionally things don't go as planned. Towards the end of the music portion of the service, my pastor always gets up on stage and leads us in worship and then prayer. I know that my job is to turn on his cordless microphone as soon as he steps up on stage. This past Sunday I turned it on and nothing happened. I signaled to him to make sure he had the power on and he did so I checked a couple more things. Finally I decided to check the battery in the pack attached to his belt. I had put a fresh battery in for him and tested it before the service but we use rechargeables and you just never know. So I grabbed a new battery and made my way up to the stage where the pastor was worshiping. He was singing with his eyes closed so he didn't see me approach. Just when I was about to tap on his arm, he was filled with the Spirit and flung his arms out in front of him in reverence to God. Unfortunately, my face was in his path of reverence and I got punched squarely in the nose. My eyes started watering immediately but I switched his battery out and ran back to my sound room before grabbing my face in pain.

Why do these kinds of things always happen to me? Maybe it is just so that I can come home and tell my roommate that my pastor punched me in the face and she can laugh.

Examples of future installments of my autobiography:

• the time I fell out of the bus
• the time the tv fell on me
• close encounter with a lizard, parts 1 & 2
• the time I fell into the bathroom
• the time my sister knocked me out with a can
• the time I flipped over the tent
• the time the balance beam fell on me

And many more... :)

Hello Mother, Hello Father, Here I am at Camp Granada...

I have to admit that I am a little bit stressed about English Camp right now. Please pray for me! And next time that I mention taking on the responsibility of "Camp Director" remind me of the fact that I wanted to pull my hair out this week. And maybe also remind me that "Camp Director" also means "Camp Planner", "Camp Runner", Camp Everything"!!!

Thanks.

And please also pray for my attitude!

"Will you walk into my parlor?" said the Spider to the Fly; "Tis the prettiest little parlor that ever you did spy"

I am a little late in posting this because the week is almost over, but I read on Laura's blog that this week is (Inter)National Delurking Week in blogland. So if you are reading this, drop me a comment. Even if it is just your name and where you are from (because you don't know me), I will totally appreciate it! After all, I write this for you... (and a little bit for me too...)

Happy Thursday!

The One With Joey's Porsche

A weird thought occurred to me this past weekend and I have to warn you that this may seem somewhat morbid but if you don't care, read on...

February 14th will be the three year anniversary of Tiffany's death and she was 29 years old when she died. Tiffany's birthday was 14 days after mine which means that on February 1st, I will surpass my older sister in age. Isn't that weird? She never made it to 30 and I am almost 30 and I will soon be older than her. The thought doesn't necessarily make me sad, it is just strange. The more time that passes since her death, the easier it is to think about her with a smile on my face. However, some things will always be weird.

By the way, I am watching Friends right now, hence the title to this post. Is there really any show better than Friends? The answer is NO!

JLeeper Photography

I just opened a new website here where you can view and order prints of my photos. I am just in trial mode right now to see if it is something that I might be interested in doing so check it out now and let me know what you think.

Again, here is the link: www.jleeperphotography.com. If I decide to keep the website, I'll register my domain name and change but I'll let you know if that happens.

Seriously, let me know what you think! Thanks!